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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
JID
Vocals
Ant Clemons
Ant Clemons
Vocals
Doctur Dot
Doctur Dot
Vocals
Gallant
Gallant
Background Vocals
Johnny Venus
Johnny Venus
Vocals
Luke James
Luke James
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ant Clemons
Ant Clemons
Songwriter
Olu Fann
Olu Fann
Songwriter
Eian Parker
Eian Parker
Songwriter
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
Justin Bryant
Justin Bryant
Songwriter
John Welch
John Welch
Songwriter
Christopher Joseph Gallant III
Christopher Joseph Gallant III
Songwriter
Luke James
Luke James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hollywood JB
Hollywood JB
Producer
Christo
Christo
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Raúl Chirinos
Raúl Chirinos
Recording Engineer
Olu Fann
Olu Fann
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Barack Obama lookin' at me What's up? What's up? I'm hirin' hands (woo), inspirin' fans I'm givin' out jobs, I'm sketching up plans Police, they beat me, we storm the same streets We storm the same block, won't stop 'til we free Ain't think it was possible, 'til we accomplished it Now we accomplices, now we all poppin' shit I'm gettin' money, the kids gettin' money I'm droppin' racks and racks (and racks and racks) In church on a Sunday I get it back to back, go to work on a Monday White on white tracksuit, 'cause you know who run it We was hungover, South Beach was too sunny (yeah) We out in Jo'burg, no sleepers, we clubbin' Catch me out in Europe with my black skin Fightin' for freedom, my nigga, ain't no more askin' Judge ain't never forget him for when he was trappin' (no, no, no, no) And that pussy wet like a dolphin Baby, I'm a king, I'm a god, a thug My verses will live if I die from slugs That shit is power, man, that shit is love No, you cannot buy that from no fuckin' plug I'ma baptize niggas, let's get baptized I'ma baptize niggas, let's get baptized 'Bout to baptize niggas, let's get baptized I'ma baptize niggas, let's get Look, she said it's cold inside that water, made her nipples hard That's that liquor talkin' Sippin' Gin and readin' the book of Genesis Just before in the beginnin' and she had pride lies, deceit Blah-blah, sinnin' and shit Adam and Eve dumb ass, apple eatin' dumbass Hit the gas and hit the gas At the Saks Fifth, with a religious sack to grab gifts How you get money and act as if poverty's past tense? We see bad shit happens, but what happens to bad shit? You need your ass whipped Friendship, missionary, Beulah Hill Baptist Not fit county doin' peyotes from a cactus (yeah) Alabaster flows, out in Cali with some Calabasas hoes Hella bad, put your ass up on my nose With a sack of bud, I'm just a sack of bones Sacrificial Lamborghini, do the dash up on the road Throw a stone like David, I got that Tom Brady arm And a navy gun, case the joint Case and point the pistol at yo' neighbor Look at yo' neighbor and say "Neighbor," uh "Stack up all yo' paper," uh "Pray for me, I say a prayer for you, be not forsaken", uh Jump in a lake, uh, let the water run over yo' face We baptize people, now they breathtakin', nigga wait I'm 'bout to Baptize niggas, let's get baptized I'ma baptize niggas, let's get baptized 'Bout to baptize niggas, let's get baptized I'ma baptize niggas, let's get I dare one of you punk motherfuckas (uh-uh) Made in his image (okay) I even work in mysterious ways See, I've been over my lyrical phase, I rather be potent Burnin' that bush like Moses, hood on my back like Cobras Eat the forbidden fruit, girl, it's a lot more I can show ya Kickin' that sinful shit, like "Yo," to let y'all think it's over Fresh out the fire, up indigo, officer pull you over (ooh) Killin' a nigga in cold blood, get him a Christmas bonus Wasn't until it went digital that you finally start takin' notice Now you wanna be delivered, huh? Guess who pullin' up the dinner, huh? Got me center-court like a Tyson punch for a million bucks Is it worth what you really givin' up? Got my heart broke by a Taurus Went and found a Gemini with a bigger butt And only God can judge, and that's only if He still give a fuck Water to wine, it started out fine But now it taste a little bitter, huh? Lotta these guys just live in disguise I'm shinin' the light, the jig is up Everybody know Jesus hang with the hoes, killers, and the criminals Go 'head tilt your head back, hold your breath for the ritual Water, please fall down on me, me, me Water, please fall down on me, me, me In the name of the fire, the water, the skies, and the earth Thou shall live or die, thou shall bless or curse Go forth into forever Down, down Hey Hallelujah, hey Hallelujah
Writer(s): Anthony Clemons Jr., Christopher Gallant, Luke James, John Christopher Ii Welch, Eian Undrai Parker, Destin Route, Olu O. Fann, Justin Lydell Bryant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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